“Hm,” Val answered, executing a few intricate steps from sheer joy and happiness.
“Val,” Gale continued teasingly, coaxingly, “how about that fudge? It is a shame to leave it all by itself in the kitchen.”
“It ought to be cold enough now,” was Val’s opinion and there was a concerted rush for the kitchen.
With appropriate ceremony Val cut the candy and each of them chose a piece.
“Ah,” Gale murmured. “It is delicious, delightful, de----” Her voice died slowly away.
Standing in the doorway was Loo Wong looking mightily unpleased and angry. He took in the two girls and then the dirty dishes piled on the sink. With difficulty Gale swallowed the last remaining bit of her fudge as Loo Wong took a further step toward them.
“We’ll wash the dishes,” Val said hastily, seeking to placate him.
Gale held out the fudge. “H-Have a piece,” she invited.
Loo Wong looked from one girl to the other. Slowly he reached out and took a piece of candy. Wonderingly he bit into it and a slow grin spread over his yellow face.
“Missy alle same fline cook,” he declared. “You teach Loo Wong?”